Now you know why I talk
Of the sands that washed away
Many castles of many lives
Tender, sometimes fierce
Sometimes, I think,
You too understand
That heaven rolled up, is not heaven
You sing to me like the wind in the pines.
On grey days, as we
Speed past, swaying lilac tassels in the wind
I hold on to every fragment
Every dream of an abandoned space.
When I tire,
I simply go back to those sounds
You sing to me like the wind in the pines.
Wait for me at the solstice bend,
Seasons will shed their wings
And feathers will rain down.
But only if you wait.
Only if I come.
Wait till the equinox and
Sing to me like the wind in the pines.
